こんな夢を見た。

春の麗かな日差しの中、私に向かつて少女が微笑みかけてゐる。

その頸には点線がひかれ、その意味を指すやうに異国の文字が書かれてゐた。

[i]cutoff line[/i]

その見慣れぬ文字、況や点線が何を意味してゐるのか

少女の掌に乗せられたカメリアの花が静に

そして雄弁に語つていた。

■そんな夢を見た貴方は極度の擬人化マニア（花限定）かファッキンスナッフボーイに違いない（断定）

■何時のまにか庭の椿が花を落としていたのを見てさくさく落書き
　なんだか解らないけどキリトリ線が一本引かれるだけで謎の背徳感を感じるようになった今日この頃
　
　あれや、やっぱ変態なんやなワイ（・ω・*）ﾎｯｺﾘ

I had a dream like this.

In the beautiful sunlight of spring, a girl smiling towards me.

I was drawn to the dotted line on her neck, and foreign characters were written to indicate its meaning.

[i]cutoff line[/i]

Those characters that I had become used to seeing, that dotted line. What did they mean?

In the palm of the girl's hands she held a flower of camellia quietly.

And then she spoke eloquently.

■ "Seeing that kind of dream, are you an extreme flower personification maniac? There's no mistaking it, you're a fucking snuff boy."

■ It was a smooth kind of drawing where I somehow, at some point, noticed that the garden's camellias had come to shed their petals.

I don't really get it but that cutting line was the one thing that allured me, that made me come to understand that strange feeling of immorality today at around this time.

Well anyways, as I thought, that was a weird dream （・ω・*） *relief*

In the language of flowers, the red camellia carries the meaning "in love, to perish with grace"